"Chief!" the soldier shouted, panic edging his voice.
The other soldiers who had been laughing moments before now stared, wide-eyed and disbelieving.
"How in the hell did they survive!?"
"Aren't they human too!?"
"Is it their armor?"
The musketeers and cannon crews scrambled into frantic action, rushing to reload, their hands shaking with a mix of disbelief and terror.
Nothing had touched the Armand soldiers. Only the ground around them was torn and scarred. The earth they stood on was completely untouched, pristine amidst the devastation.
The assistant gritted his jaw. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Chief! Are they using a barrier spell!? But I don't see any mages with them!"
"Stop asking questions and prepare to launch another attack!" the assistant screamed, his voice cracking.
But it was too late.
